It has been one month since I touched this blog, one thousand times forgiveness, my very dear readers. Especially when I see in the statistics of the blog, there are always many of views every day, I say to myself that it’s time to make my come back. The excuse » I am very busy » is soo cliché nevertheless it’s true. But I promises that I would make henceforth efforts to publish posts regularly in time to come.

I went on holiday in Vietnam during 2 weeks (what also explains my absence). That made me feel so good to find my marks there low, to take advantage of the sun and the good weather (it’s 32 degrees in Hanoi), to slow down the rhythm of life and especially, take advantage of those who are dear to me.

Here are some photos of my beautiful journey to share with you if you weren’t lucky to leave as me. Vietnam is my country of origin, it’s a very beautiful country, people are warm and you’re welcome in open arms. I am an expert of good plans there low so if ever you think of going there, don’t hesitate to send me a small e-mail then I spin you my contacts and my addresses.

On the occasion of Brigitte Bardot’s 75th anniversary, presents, until January 31st, L’Espace Landowski presents, until January 31st 2010 in Boulogne-Billancourt (Hauts-de-Seine), the very first exhibition dedicated to the myth B.B.

Thanks to Mrs Bardot’s support and to loans of collectors, institutions or international artists, the exhibition stages on the 900m2 of L’Espace Landowski of the years « carelessness » of the one who fascinated the world of the 50’s and 60’s.

Real myth and sex-symbol, Brigitte Bardot also embodies the Women’s Liberation. Far from masking the contradictions and rebellions of the one who unchained the most crazy passions, the exhibition attempts to make relive the intensity and the beauty of the real phenomenon of society which she represented.

Brigitte Bardot, who refused for the occasion to be photographed or filmed, approaches without nostalgia but with pride this event prepared by the journalist Henry-Jean Servat, the bosom friend of the star and commissioner of the exhibition.

» I have been through the wringer during which I was boycotted and mistreated. If there is thus, today, another way of considering me, so much the better « , she told him in an interview for Paris Match.

» We don’t only discover Bardot : we also discover an epoch, the French of the 50’s, president René Coty and cabbage soup. We understand all the better why BB changed the codes of the morality « , explains Henry-Jean Servat.

Other aspect of the star presented during the exhibition : her lovers. BB took in her claws Roger Vadim, Samy Frey, Jacques Charrier (who gave her a son), Serge Gainsbourg, Gilbert Bécaud or Jean-Louis Trintignant.

We often compared Kate Moss to Brigitte Bardot. But if people see this resemblance in the chignon, the smock and the mini short, the waders, the Vichy… I see it especially in their attitude. There is as a kind of magnetism which emanates of them which makes them so irresistible, so unique. Maybe it it is famous « je-ne-sais-quoi « .

When we look at them, we see a sulphurous, volcanic, provocating, dangerous woman but we cann’t refrain from admiring them, from loving them, from worshipping them. Bardot never will apologize for being what she is. Quite as Kate the English who refuses stubbornly to play the penitents, even during the scandal Cocaine Kate. This last one declared » What people say isn’ t going to stop me. I have to doh things for myself « . These both there let float behind them a flavor of sulfur on which the fashion, without admitting it, likes getting drunk.

I still remember this series of photo realized in 1996. The first time when I saw those photos, my eyes can’t leave the page, in front of the beauty innocent of Kate Moss. In the time, I was still in primary school and I absolutely haven’t this thing we call “the culture of fashion”. But for the few that I understood, this series of photo captivated, hypnotized and magnetized me. Kate Moss simply fascinates me. If we often know her by her rock, sex and drugs’ attitude, she is simply an unsuspicious girl in this series. How not to fall in love with her doe eyes and her pure and angelic air.

The proof that these photos haunt me even until today, but incapable to find them on Internet. And the Vogue US 1996 is untraceable on Ebay. I fume ahhh !!! I am so much more attached to this series because it was photographed in Vietnam, my country of origin and by a Vietnamese photographer (if my memorie are good but I really think soo lol).

The only photo I found is the one here. Kate Moss, sat behind a scooter, feels at ease always also to pose. The girl who drives her is a very famous vietnamese comedian / model in the time.

I am in search of this series, thus if you had an idea how I can find these photos, do not hesitate to leave me a comment. I’m veryyyy grateful to you!! xxx

For the needs of » Mad in France « , the third number of the review of the collective Vague Tendency, the photographer Olivier Culmann set off. Direction : the South. Along the way, he crossed the blonde Candice. Here is their road-movie.

Olivier: » I wanted to plan nothing. I left southward, by chance. I met Candice first evening. The next day, we drove together. »

Candice: » I had almost finished my service in Buffalo Grill. There was nobody, except for a bizarre, alone type. He photographed me, he said that he had arrived here by chance, by throwing dices: 1 for the South, 2 for the North. I wanted to try, I pulled 1. And I left with him « .

Olivier: » We went to the supermarket to Vierzon, in the Cher. Candice wanted the hair conditioner, the lipstick, some champagne, a lace panties, blood oranges, chewing-gums. For a french manicure, we don’t have money anymore. She was very disappointed. «

[ This sad story nevertheless began well. I don’t understand why we always have to flunk all what we begin. We doubt, we tear, we hurt. At the end, we don’t know any more why we are there. A lot of courage is needed to love. Give without waiting for anything on the way back… ]

Some days ago, very enthousiaste, I send the link of my blog to a friend. She is talented for the photo and has much more experience than I thus I wish to have her opinion.

Coldly she makes me understand that my photos are not worth big thing. I ask her calmly how I can improve in spite of a plucking in the heart. Advice of the kind » why you did not take the photo in this angle, change the structure of your photo » rather orders and contempt than advices.

I don’t care that my photos are not a masterpiece, they will never be doubtless. But what hurts me the most it is to say since when we need to be a genius to receive compliments and the support of our close relations?

Sometimes, the bad weather can reserve you some surprises. As this photo which I took yesterday afternoon. A thundery shower cooled the city and plunges it into a foggy atmosphere. But the light of streetlights is enough warm to bring a little of heat to the district.